CHAPTER 1

FOCUS AND DETERMINATION

This very studious and determined young boy with his mother's welfare as focus, he graduates from High school. He enters College with ambition and Determination he earns a scholarship to study abroad in London England.

Samoa is excited with mixed emotion to make his first trip to go out of Liberia away from his home.

He is particularly excited that he is to travel by airplane his first plane ride. He realizes that the flight from West Africa to London England is a long distance that could take almost a full day or more considering the time zone change.

Samoa friends are with him at the Airport awaiting his flight schedule announced to travel at midnight, but is delayed. After a long waiting He finally boards the plane after a long wait. He is already tired from the long waiting at the airfield, his flight is finally announced, and Samoa boards the plain, and settled down for his long ride. The excitement of being on the plane with such comfort, he soon falls asleep.

Samoa is suddenly awakened by the announcement: –

"We are in Heathrow Airport, London England. All passengers disembark!"

Samoa is shocked and confused to see other passengers leave the plane. Guarded by an angel He hurriedly gets off the plane and seemed lost. He did not know what to do. He stands in the middle of the airport surrounded with his load of three suitcases that is Loaded with foodstuff he perceived valuable to him in this strange cold environment. Samoa is now the spectacle of attraction. He is puzzled not knowing what to do or where to go.

CHAPTER 2

ON AIRFIELD

Samoa a cleaver individual, now considers himself to be a "Bogus" who is defined in the dictionary as "Specious SHAM." In his colloquial language, "Bogor" is Ignorant- a false pretender". Samoa invites you to join him as he narrates this particular experience on his journey.

CHAPTER 3

AT THE AIRPORT IN ENGLAND

Samoa says, "In my dilemma a gentleman come up to me and politely said, "Sir." Is anything wrong, can I help?" I am surprise that such a gentleman offered to help me. The gentleman asked me, "Do you need help? I immediately said, "Yes Sir". The gentleman followed by asking,

"Is anyone coming to meet you? I quickly said yes, but suddenly rebut, and said, "I mean no Sir". No one is to meet me."

The gentleman finally said "okay, "Where are you going?

I became more perplex because I did not know where I was going. I only knew that I was in England.

At this moment another polite gentleman, I assume to be an airport official reached me. He instantly volunteered to assist. He informed me with assurance that he would help me get a taxi to take me to London. I had no idea where I was neither did I know where London is. I was now worried realizing that the plane

Brought be me from Liberia for England. This man is telling me that the taxi will take me to London.

I tried to compose myself, and waited patiently while the gentleman called a taxi cab for me.

The taxicab driver came to me and took my suitcases and placed them in his taxi cab. I followed him to the taxicab. The taxicab driver is polite and said,

"Governor, where to."?

I immediately said, "London." The man said "Okay MIC" not knowing what that meant.

I am curious to find out. I later found out that it is a friendly expression similar to that used in his home country, Liberia to say, "Okay My friend."

The taxicab drove off for a relatively long drive from the Heathrow Airport in route bound for London. Again I was confused because I did not have a definite destination. I was quite. The taxicab driver realized that I did not have a specific address destination. He listened and waited for me to give him an address in London.

The driver than said, "Sir, it is quite late and you need to rest." He assured me that he could take me to a place where I could rest for the night. At this point, I am distressed, practically lost in a strange country. I began to think, pondering my mind for alternate input. I agreed to go along with the suggestion to get a sleeping place. The taxicab pulled up at a building and stopped.

The Driver informed me, saying "Sir. This is Black Fryer". You can go in and find a sleeping place for the night."

I was already tired from the long plane flight from Africa, the confused destination of the plane landing at Heathrow and not London. I am now on an uncertain taxi ride, from the Airport to an uncertain destination, a building where I might find a place to sleep at this late hour 2:30 am.

I gladly entered the building to find out the possibility for a sleeping place for the night. To my greatest surprise, I observed that there were both men and Women lying on the floor sleeping. I ventured to go over to a small desk I saw in the corner of the room.

I had to be careful in placing my foot to avoid stepping on others. The situation is frightening and certainly frustrating. I immediately decided to return to the taxicab and told the driver, "I cannot make it in this place"

Realizing my helpless situation, I remembered a letter that was given to me by the Secretary of State of the Republic of Liberia that is to be delivered to the Liberia Legation in London. I excitedly reached into my pocket and pleasingly, I found the letter.

To my pleasing surprise, the letter had the full address of the Liberia Legation in London. I am very happy and excited to read the full address. I took the letter out of my pocket with anxiety to announce my discovery. With eager and anxiety, I excitedly reached out to the driver and show the letter to the taxi Driver, and excitedly I said,

"I think I have found a way out of my dilemma that might hopefully provide a better sleeping place than I observed at the Black Fryer building."

I appealingly request the taxicab driver to take me to the address we now found on the letter envelop. I had the feeling that the driver was becoming wary and somewhat fed up with my undecided actions. I apologetically requested that we go to the address we have on the letter. The driver was still Polite, and willing.

I believe that his presence with me is providential. He read the address and said, Sir. I believe that this office is closed at this time of the morning.

And the day is now Saturday. I told him, with firmness, "No matter what! I want you to take me to this address since it is the Liberia Legation.

We drove out for a few minutes and the Taxi cab driver finally located the address. I was very happy and anxiously excited when I read the poster that indicated the Legation of the Republic of Liberia. The driver drove into the yard of The Liberia Legation. Being excited and anxious, I hurriedly went up the few steps and reached the front door of the building. I had no doubt I saw a door button that could be a door bell. I anxiously pressed the button several times. I must have alarmed the people in the house. I waited for a few anxious minutes and finally the door cracked open but still lashed by a door chain. A lady enquired, "Who are you"?"

This time I was thinking fast and cleverly. I immediately, responded,

"I am a Liberian in need of help." I follow ed with the urgency; I have an urgent and important letter for the Minister Extraordinary Plenipotentiary from the State Department of Liberia. Hearing this, the lady opens the door and invited me in. She said...